A familiar face

Tiffany had initially wanted to try driving the car but that fell apart as soon as she saw the 6 speed manual gearbox.

"Sorry bud, I'm not going to let you learn on this!" Her Dad laughed. "But I'll tell you what I didn't get rid of my old manual wagon so, how about I teach you to drive stick on that tomorrow morning? It's in better shape than your Jetta and way more practical."

"Deal." She smiled and took the passenger's seat, her plug pushing against her prostate and giving her a deep ache in her crotch.

Her Dad fired up the car and backed out slowly before gunning it down their deserted residential road and taking a right, instead of left to take the longer, curvier road to the liquor store.

"One of the biggest complaints I saw about this car was that the stock tires weren't great." Tiffany's Dad explained over the dull roar of the V6. "So, I sprung for the nicer Pirelli's which definitely help it jump off the line and hold the road a bit more."

To demonstrate that last point, he took the bend in the road at a much higher speed than he normally would. Tiffany felt her heart rate jump as her body shifted around from the forces and her ass shifted around on the plug still inside her. Her clitty throbbed in her boyshorts and, as her Dad continued to throw the car around bends, she felt several beads of cum leak out and into her panties. When the road finally straightened out, Tiffany was both thankful and sad to have her secret adventure be over. She was enjoying the adrenaline of the ride and the sensations the plug was shooting through her ass, but it also gave her time to compose herself before entering the liquor store.

As they parked and entered the store her Dad told her he wanted to peruse the beer selection and was going to get more Red Wine, he wanted Tiffany to get a bottle of rye, bitters, maraschino cherries, and a bottle of sweet vermouth, so he could make Manhattans. They agreed to meet at the checkout in 5 minutes, Tiffany grabbed a basket, and headed to the opposite end of the liquor superstore. After pickup up the vermouth, cherries, and bitters she was standing in the Whisky aisle looking for her Dad's go to brand, when a mid 40s man entered the aisle.

Tiffany didn't pay him any mind at first until he stopped a few feet away and she caught a whiff of his cologne. It pleasantly filled her nose and smelled earthy, expensive, and oddly familiar. Turning to look at the man she immediately recognized him as the one who had given her his card in case she "wanted to get wild". Her heart rate jumped and each beat slammed against her rib cage. It felt like she had been staring at him for an eternity, but was likely only five or ten seconds, before he turned to see whose eyes were boring into this face. His brow furrowed slightly and he gave an uneasy smile at this stranger who was staring intently at him. After a few seconds his eyes narrowed, his head cocked a touch towards his left shoulder, and his mouth opened and closed a few times before he finally spoke up.

"Sorry, have we met before?" He asked.

"Uh...I don't think so." Tiffany replied, doing her best to lower her voice from her in-store falsetto.

"Strange." He continued to study her face, now he was the one staring while Tiffany went back to looking for the whiskey. "Your face looks really familiar but I cannot place where I would know it from."

"Oh, sorry, I wish I could help." She answered while stepping forward to grab the whiskey she had been searching for. "Have a good one."

"Yeah, you too." He replied and then added. "With those ingredients don't go too wild!" The comment made her freeze in place and nearly drop the entire basket. She took a beat to compose herself before responding.

"What?"

The guy was caught off guard that she had responded at all and seemingly had forgotten what he had said. "Oh, I was just saying you're making Manhattans, right? Just be careful and don't get too wild. Those can go down easy and sneak up on you quickly."

The man seemed genuine in his explanation and still didn't seem to recognize her so, as far as she could tell, it was an innocent comment and not a call back to his offer. She gave a slight smile, thanked him for his advice, and quickly scurried from the aisle. Tiffany took a minute to walk down separate aisles to let her body cool down, she really didn't feel like explaining to her Dad why she was beet red after grabbing a few ingredients. She only had to wait 30 seconds before her Dad showed up with his haul of craft beers and they checked out (with Tiffany providing her ID to prove that her Dad wasn't buying the booze for a random minor).

The drive back was very tame compared to the red-line trip to the store and Tiffany's experience in the store, for which she was very thankful because she felt like a few tight turns and she might've cum in her panties. They brought their store haul inside and her Dad and Mom quickly went back out to check out the new car. Tiffany set about getting out all the cocktails ingredients, shaker, and glassware while her parents checked out the car. Her Mom poked her head back in and said that she and her Dad were going to take the car out for a little drive.

"I ordered Pizza and gave them your number, so they'll call you when they get here. Your Dad and I want to take the car down to the beach before we have a cocktail, so just pop the pizza in the oven, okay?"

"Sure thing, Mom." She replied and gave her Mom a wry smile. Then loudly added, "Have fun you crazy kids!"